The New & Unproved Work/Job/Career Thread

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Bammer]

I have 32 people on my primary team that I directly manage. Their average tenure at my company is over 8 years. That seems pretty good.

All White

Bro

[wease]

Had two interviews scheduled for the morning. One of them texted me as I was driving in to let me know she’d been in an accident and would need to reschedule. I asked if she was ok and haven’t gotten a response back yet. The other was supposed to be here 10 minutes ago and has been referred to me numerous times by a current employee. I called her a few days ago and we had a good phone screening but then today, nothing.

Nothing like a wasted hour-and-15-minute drive for jack shit.

[wease]

Now the no-show has called and said she had a flat and had to have it replaced and wants to know if she can come in for the interview. I’ve never heard of so many people having flat tires in my fucking life.

[dad]

Now the no-show has called and said she had a flat and had to have it replaced and wants to know if she can come in for the interview. I’ve never heard of so many people having flat tires in my fucking life.

Do these two know each other?

[spike]

Now the no-show has called and said she had a flat and had to have it replaced and wants to know if she can come in for the interview. I’ve never heard of so many people having flat tires in my fucking life.

Have her come in for the interview just so you can walk her to her car afterwards and see if one of the tires looks cleaner/newer than the rest.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[wease]

Now the no-show has called and said she had a flat and had to have it replaced and wants to know if she can come in for the interview. I’ve never heard of so many people having flat tires in my fucking life.

Have her come in for the interview just so you can walk her to her car afterwards and see if one of the tires looks cleaner/newer than the rest.

One of my colleagues suggested I ask to see the receipt from the tire repair.

[spike]

Now the no-show has called and said she had a flat and had to have it replaced and wants to know if she can come in for the interview. I’ve never heard of so many people having flat tires in my fucking life.

Have her come in for the interview just so you can walk her to her car afterwards and see if one of the tires looks cleaner/newer than the rest.

One of my colleagues suggested I ask to see the receipt from the tire repair.

She’ll just say she tossed it. Get near the car.

[dad]

Now the no-show has called and said she had a flat and had to have it replaced and wants to know if she can come in for the interview. I’ve never heard of so many people having flat tires in my fucking life.

Have her come in for the interview just so you can walk her to her car afterwards and see if one of the tires looks cleaner/newer than the rest.

One of my colleagues suggested I ask to see the receipt from the tire repair.

She’ll just say she tossed it. Get near the car.

yeah.

and if it's new...new tire, new hire.

problem solved.

[spike]

Even if she had a flat, the red flag is it sounds like she didn’t bother to call/text you til well after the appt time. Sounds like the kind of employee that’ll call in sick for the day two hours after her start time.

[Peeps]

do you ever get tired of this wease?

what about retire-ing?

[Bi_3]

Now the no-show has called and said she had a flat and had to have it replaced and wants to know if she can come in for the interview. I’ve never heard of so many people having flat tires in my fucking life.

Do these two know each other?

They may have run into each other recently

[spike]

Now the no-show has called and said she had a flat and had to have it replaced and wants to know if she can come in for the interview. I’ve never heard of so many people having flat tires in my fucking life.

Do these two know each other?

They may have run into each other recently

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Now the no-show has called and said she had a flat and had to have it replaced and wants to know if she can come in for the interview. I’ve never heard of so many people having flat tires in my fucking life.

Do these two know each other?

They are conjoined twins.

[wease]

Even if she had a flat, the red flag is it sounds like she didn’t bother to call/text you til well after the appt time. Sounds like the kind of employee that’ll call in sick for the day two hours after her start time.

That’s how I’m seeing it. 30 minutes ago when she called, she was 8 minutes away. She just walked in the door. She’s gonna have to be smoking hot at this point.

[wease]

Now the no-show has called and said she had a flat and had to have it replaced and wants to know if she can come in for the interview. I’ve never heard of so many people having flat tires in my fucking life.

Do these two know each other?

I suppose it’s possible but I doubt it.

[spike]

Even if she had a flat, the red flag is it sounds like she didn’t bother to call/text you til well after the appt time. Sounds like the kind of employee that’ll call in sick for the day two hours after her start time.

That’s how I’m seeing it. 30 minutes ago when she called, she was 8 minutes away. She just walked in the door. She’s gonna have to be smoking hot at this point.

*paging lenny the human resource*

[bodysnatcher]

Even if she had a flat, the red flag is it sounds like she didn’t bother to call/text you til well after the appt time. Sounds like the kind of employee that’ll call in sick for the day two hours after her start time.

That’s how I’m seeing it. 30 minutes ago when she called, she was 8 minutes away. She just walked in the door. She’s gonna have to be smoking hot at this point.

Lol